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Anorexic Bulimic

By , Fort Wayne, IN
Your hands drop down to your sides.
A swish of your hips,
Bones...
Bruises...
Skin translucent...
Your eyes are fearful.
knowing of the damage you've done.
Elegant flip of your hair,
pale complection of smooth sharp features.
Gentle walk...
firm flat breasts.
And all that you see is the ounce of fat on your anorexic belly.
When you starve yourself...
throw up what you never ate.
We watch you knock on death's door...
Fading along with the sands of time.
Your life inches by.
Tick...
tock...
tick....
tock....
tick..
tock..
Needless to say...
you're dying...
slowly.
Painfully.
wither away to skin and bones.
tightly taut about your frame
hard to move...
no room to breathe in.
And still you torture yourself...
determined to lose that little weight you have left.





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